#cass01

Biking all the way to Babbling Brooks wasn't a fun experience when you have had little sleep, but it was worth it for the desired outcome in the end. Hitting the breaks as he neared the main road he slowly continued towards the building where he knew Cassandra might be. For him, she had always been his big sister's friend and he'd been too small to really be able to get their attention into playing with model cars or cards, but he'd seen her so often when growing up that she as might have been his bigger sister too, despite mostly seeing her around the city when Amy had left and he'd grown into a teenager.

Spotting her figure, he gave a shouted Hello and waved enthusiastically, swinging his backpack over one shoulder. "I'm unannounced, but I bring offerings," he said, knowing his way around here as he had come once or twice since coming back from Europe in the summer.

Today was a happy day for Helen, at least happy enough that she was smiling as she was nearing her destination, which took longer than she thought it would, considering the discussion with Alexander had been that it was 10-15 mintues... by car. But that didn't matter, despite the cold weather and the gloomy sky she was finally going to enjoy her birthday present. She had walked out in jeans, which hadn't happened since her first day at Greywood, and with her boots, she felt ready to run... or in this case, ride. Her smile, however, grew uncertain, hoping that he had remembered the correct date, despite having confirmed it before he fell asleep at sunrise.

Raising a hand to say hello to the woman who was walking by a horse, Helen felt her heart skipping a beat and for a second she wasn't here at this unknown place but she was home and this was her favorite Beauty. "Hello..." she said, speaking louder than usual but not allowing herself to shout. She walked towards the woman and once close enough to not spook the horse being strange, she put her hand down. "I'm here for... I'm Helen Leslie. My husband should have called for me..." she said, hoping it was true and he hadn't lied. But he shouldn't have, he gave her money and told her to enjoy her day. Her uncertainty had nothing to do with this current situation.

Jumping from rooftop to rooftop was a thing that he actually enjoyed. Remnants of his time as Robin, no doubt, and he hated how much he actually loved this. And now, so many people that he knew were in this fucking city, and most of all… Bruce. He clenched his fists as he thought of that last name, looking down at the dark alley.

Not that he had met with all of them yet, he still had conflicting feelings about doing this. Not until now. He first spotted the outfit, the bat suit that had such an distinctive look in his eyes. Then the long hair that flowed behind her in the air betrayed her identity, despite her hidden face.